| So you travel around this country
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| You're looking for your holy ghost
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| And what you gonna find?
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| Is it somewhere you like to hide?
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| So you'll run around your ego
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| You'll run around your gold coast
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| You know you got the time
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| Because this prison is our own design
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| So you're thinking of your future
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| Your thinking of some old past
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| And it's your time to shine
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| So what you gonna go and leave behind?
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| And there's no one to be in with
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| There's nothing left downstairs
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| And when you feel despair
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| What's your method to get out of there?
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| So where you from son? |
| And are you a troubled one?
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| And if so come under my wing
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| And what's your story? |
| And is there glory or hate?
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| Cause that is the only way I think
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| So you run around this earth top
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| You run around your head mouth
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| And what you want to find is peace of mind
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| Of which you can't describe
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| And it's definitely something, it's definitely somewhere
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| You know the signs are there
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| Call it a fable or just be unfair
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| So where are you from girl? |
| And will you paint my world?
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| And if so come under my wing
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| And what's your story? |
| And is there glory or hate?
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| Cause that's the only way I think |